"I'm a Blackstar, I'm a Blackstar."

David P.O.V.

The fact that I know it's Ros terrifies me more, I'm shaking, I feel the cigarette fall effortlessly from the grasp of my fingertips, I wanted to move, but why couldn't I?! I wanted to scream for her, to tell her I'm coming. She screams again, more painfully now, harsher, rawer, and less shocked and that's when I feel myself beginning to move. I ran, hurdling oncoming cars and knocking people out of the way if I came across them. My breath was thick, and I could've sworn I tasted blood in my mouth.

I turn the corner, puffed out and I see my darling girl leaning against the wall. One hand on her stomach, over where our daughter was lying safely, Ros's other hand just above her heart. Her cheeks was red, and her neck had botches of blood. I notice her hand is covered in it too, a knife lies on the ground, smothered in her thick scarlet liquid, Rosalind had been stabbed.

I feel my breathing become more uneasy, I could feel my heart failing on me, but I still manage to rush to her side. "David!" She whines and I can see her slipping down the wall, her eyes glossed with frightened tears, she's gasped loudly, like she was a fish out of water.

I grab her before her head hits the ground and I see where she's bleeding, she had been stabbed just above her heart, I move her hand and a hole is clear, and the blood, oozing out of her, and it wouldn't stop. How do I stop the blood?! I rip my coat off, feeling the ice bite at my flesh, even through my shirt, and I put the coat firmly on the wound. I search my pockets for my phone... I left it in the pub! Stupid!

Ros is still struggling for breath, she's panicking. "Ros," I mutter scared too.

Her eyes are startled, I don't even think she knows what's happened herself! "Shh." I hush her and cradle her closer to me, the blood on my hands feel warm, and I push harder against her, she was losing so much blood!

I look around, praying to find any sign of life. The pub was only around the corner, I could get Larry to call the paramedics, but I couldn't leave Ros! "HELP!" I shout as loud as I can. "HELP ME PLEASE!"

I could drag her across the road and into the pub. No... She'll lose even more blood and die!

I look down and see Ros's cheeks are fading from rose to white. She didn't look as startled now, more calm and peaceful. But I had to get her to communicate with me, to know she was still conscious and aware of her surroundings. "Tell me something Ros, anything!" I demand skittishly.

"David," she whispers. "I won't see 1985."

"Yes you will!" I feel a tear push its way out into the open and onto my cracked skin, and it splashes on her forehead which makes her wince. "HELP!" I scream again, crying harder now.

"I love you David."

"Ros, you are not leaving me!" I grab her tighter, pleading, demanding she doesn't go.

She looks past my face now and up at the sky, I'm almost worried she'll blind herself, she's practically looking straight up into the orange street lamp. "Did you ever notice how beautiful the sky was, Starman?"

"Ros, look at me!" She wasn't listening to me anymore, just talking to herself.

"Kevin will be found, don't take vengeance on him. He'll be found." She says peacefully.

Kevin did this?! I howl angrily inside me.

"I'll do everything I can to get him sent down for life, then you and me will laugh on his grave when he dies!" I smile to her.

"You will dance on his grave." Ros whispers.

"Ros! You're not dying! You're not! You're being dramatic again!"

"Write another song for me, won't you, Blackstar? About me nearly burning to death... Or," she gives a shaky laugh. "Or about being stabbed to death." A tear slips from her eyes, but she manages to smile through the pain.

"We'll write one together, when we're married and we're hold our little girl in our arms! The boys can help too!" I babble, still hoping.

"That's a nice little fantasy David." She closes her eyes and sighs. "I'm sorry you'll never meet our daughter..."

"HELP!" I scream again.

"David." Her eyes are open again, and I can see she's finding it harder to breathe as every minute goes by. "Look after our boys, they'll need you. Tell them," she sighs with great effort and another tear slips away faster from her eyes and glides smoothly off her face. "Tell them, I'll love them forever more, even if I'm not here."

"Ros don't leave me here alone!"

"Promise me something..." She coos. "Promise me you'll find someone else, and have a daughter with them, and love them as much as you love me."

"I don't want someone else! I want you and our daughter! Rosalind!" My screams to her become desperate.

Ros had cheated death so many times, why couldn't she cheat it again?! Her luck couldn't have run out yet, she was just 29!

"Always remember you're my Blackstar, not a white star, not a wandering star..." She mentions.

"Tell me something..." She huffs.

She heaves a cough and some blood splatters out across my shirt. I'm not phased, it's not important, but her state is critical, the stab becoming more and more of killer... "I love you so much Blue Jean."

"I love you too Brixton Boy... Don't forget me will you?" She smiles wider and she really starts to cry now. "David, I'm scared..."

Hearing her say that makes me cry harder with her, and I shake my head, this couldn't be real. "Don't be scared..." I purr. "I love you, that's all that matters Ros."

"How many angels fall? How many people lie instead of standing tall?" She asks randomly. "David, I want Eagles in my daydreams, and diamonds in my eyes." Whatever Ros was going on about, it was practically poetic.

"Will you sing to me?" Ros croaks taking a gulp.

I begin to sing Life On Mars? quietly to her, memories of us at the concert, just hours ago flood my head, watching her play the piano and I surprised her by singing along to it in the middle of the year. I had to stop singing, I couldn't think of Ros in the past... I physically couldn't sing anymore, it hurt. My cries are too hard, too sore that it's clogging up my throat. "Ros, this can't be the end."

"It is though."

"Tell me something..." I mutter to her, I can hear in the back of my head, her playing Life On Mars beautifully.

She smiles and I can see she's trying to keep herself together, for me, she wants to die smiling, she wants to keep the pain away so it isn't the last thing I remember. She sings 4 notes, with the lyrics of: "I'm a Blackstar, I'm a Blackstar..."

I just smile back at her, I'm not ready to let her go! This has all happened too fast! She should be watching me die!

After several more anxious and heavy breaths, her smile begins to fade, her clutching hand seems to become soft and lose and her face is ghostly. Her eyes are glazed over, no signs of life. She rested in my arms peacefully, her blue lips still plump and perfect, her eyes still crisp brown like autumn leaves but her skin ice cold...

My girl was perfect, she died in a state of perfectness.

"Ros?" I squeeze her hand. "Ros?!" I scream, shaking her body.

I hear my heart explode inside me, as loud as a bomb going off right next to your ear. My screams were excruciatingly painful, no one could prepare you for this, for how hard it is to hear you heart break, to feel your world collapse, to see it get snatched from you within a second of your life.

I had just lost the love of my life, my unborn daughter, my future. Both my beautiful girls has died tonight.

Rosalind Chester has died in my arms, she was dead... And I wanted to die too...

I scream for what seems like hours, grasping onto the lifeless body that was drenched in her blood. My darling girl, my little rebel had ripped my world apart unmeaningly... Although still weeping, I kiss her head gently and I manage to sing back to her:

"I'm a Blackstar, I'm a Blackstar..."